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Does not compute… does not compute… All I can come up with (Jive Turkey scores for the blue team, incidentally) is that the referees will stop the game, giving Heather Burns time to teach Hakeem how to grip a wet football effectively. Trying to picture them playing catch in the tunnel with all the overhanging wires and pipes while they wait for the storm to pass.

We have fun picking on the mistakes (such as The Chief’s demonstrable inability to draw field markings) but I have to say that leaving out St Jack of Berrill– just out of respect– Whigham’s drawings are the best in the history of the strip.

We may be thrown for a loop as one might arguably expect a lightning bolt to strike a 3rd-string tight end dead on the ground, Marty Moon having a field day with that one, finally exacting revenge for being an armchair quarterback in the broadcasting booth while Gil has gotten all the glory, the latter now a pariah, reduced to ashes from the tragedy. No, Heather Burns gets caught up in the Rapture as the sky yawns wider and wider, Moose remembers all that he taught her and tag teams with Hakeem(platooning as Hak-Moose?) to lead Milford gloriously to the Playdowns and to greener pastures beyond that. I’ll let post-Berrill work out the ensuing details. And Gil will be mad as Hell and not take any more from Mr. Moon, gloating while triumphantly ringing in his ear(or mike, same difference) I TOLD YOU SO. Democracy will survive in Milford until put to the test again for basketball season. Lordy, these wash/rinse cycles for well over 1/2 a century. Priceless.